03x11 - Disposable Heroes

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Colony"...

Mr. Kynes specifically
assigned us to be your escort.

Trust me, Mr. Garland
is gonna keep me very safe.

[sighs] I ran into Will Bowman
last night.

- [groans]
- They abducted me.

Are you really comfortable
putting your life...

our lives in the hands
of a guy like that?

- Not this one again.
- Dad.

Hey, Sal. This is Gracie.

I've been looking forward
to meeting you.

Every day I work for Kynes,
I get more intel.

One of the Outliers in my crew

scouted the uptown facility.

He wants to hit it.

Is it time to let them have some g*ns?

How'd you find me?

I printed up this list
of the refugee camp.

My husband is on it. So are you.

If this checks out, I'll be in touch.

Hey!

[tense music]

[lock clicks, chamber whooshes open]

[gagging]

[retching]

[coughs, spitting]

[breathing heavily]

[zipper closes]

[speaking Persian]

[speaking Mandarin]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[footsteps, twig snaps]

♪ ♪

[odd warbling]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

- [odd warbling]
- [grunts]

♪ ♪

[odd warbling]

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[dramatic music]

Couldn't sleep?

I'm used to that.

Today I actually had
a reason to get out of bed.

You still want to go to the meet?

Hell, yes.

You don't?

I worked so hard to rebuild here.

I mean, it's not much,
but it's something.

All we've built is a distraction.

It's like this Colony.

Just bright and shiny enough

to keep us
from wanting to dig any deeper.

I know.

It's still a risk.

We don't know anything
about these people.

We know they're professionals...

unlike any other cell
we've had to deal with.

What about the kids?

- What about them?
- This decision affects them.

- Bram gets it.
- Gracie doesn't.

She just wants a normal life.

I thought you would jump
at this chance...

a real insurgency,

one that's trained and organized,

one who can help us figure out
what's really going on.

A lot's changed, Will.

Yeah.

Well...

I'm going.

[engine turning over in the distance]

Okay. So am I.

I want to hear what they have to say.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[men grunting, punches thudding]

♪ ♪

[man whistles]

These are the guys
I was telling you about.

This is Harris.

- You run this show?
- That's right.

You guys know a lot about us.

I just want to know how.

I'm an Outlier. So is he.

Him, too.

Same is probably true for you

and most of the folks in this gym.

What the hell is an Outlier?

Professionals...

flagged and tracked by the Occupation

since before the Arrival.

I work in the refugee camps.

We identify Outliers
the moment they register

and quietly relocate
them into the Colony.

Why?

The Occupation is building an army.

The Morks are on the run,

fighting a w*r against something else.

That's why they colonized us.

And when their enemy catches up to them,

the Outliers are gonna be
their first line of defense.

We all thought we survived the purge

because we were smart.

Turns out we're not
as clever as we thought.

I don't know. I'm pretty clever.

[chuckles]

Occupation made a big mistake

putting you all
in the same Colony like this.

We have an opportunity to exploit it.

[sighs] Look, it seems
like a compelling story.

How do I know
it's not just a fairy tale?

We abducted a high-level IGA
official and interrogated him.

Here in Seattle?

We have the whole thing on tape.

The answers the official gave us

fit with the intel I collected in L.A.

Classified Occupation documents...

they talk about building
a biological w*apon in Seattle.

- You have these documents?
- Some place safe.

Like she said,

there's a lot of talented
people in this Colony.

Put them together,
we could do some real damage.

[sighs]

All right, I've got a contact
high in local authority.

Give me a b*at. Let me verify it.

And if it checks out?

We're in business.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

You look like a man
who's flush with information.

I was meeting with one of the cells.

They just recruited
some new members who claim

to have recently captured
a high-level IGA official.

Snyder.

The other night at his hotel,

me and Ford are watching him.

He disappears for an hour.

Comes back with a bullshit story.

These new recruits,

did they say what Snyder gave up?

No details, but it's
about the Outlier program.

[chuckles]

I was getting tired of that little rat

running around my Colony.

Actually...

he contacted me last night...

said he had something important
that I needed to see.

Then I think you should go
talk to the man.

Don't let him know what we know.

Just ask him some follow-up questions

about his disappearance.

Let him hang himself.

[engine rumbling]

Funny, I thought you said
you were gonna be alone.

Forgive me.

Some of my recent experiences

have made me a bit less
trusting of people.

Oh, you mean like the girl
you paid to slap you around?

No.

She delivered exactly as advertised.

You said you had something
to talk about?

I'm afraid that was a lie.

I asked you to meet

because there's something
you can do for me.

Oh, yeah, what's that?

[struggling]

[grunting]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[boat horn blows in the distance]

I'm hungry.

We still got a couple hours to lunch.

Yeah, well, tell that to my stomach.

[chuckles]

[expl*si*n]

- What the hell was that?
- An expl*si*n.

- Hey, where are you going?
- To help.

You're running toward it?

[tense music]

[car alarm blaring]

[people shouting, coughing]

♪ ♪

[sirens approaching]

Hey, help is coming, okay?

Hey. You're gonna be okay.

- Stay with me, all right?
- [woman screams, man sobs]

[indistinct chatter]

- What happened?
- Truck b*mb.

Outliers were k*lled?

Along with a lot of other people.

I'm gonna have to report
this incident to Davos.

You do what you want to.

I'm just letting you know
that a team is likely to arrive

to conduct a full investigation.

We had a deal.

The IGA doesn't get
to interfere in Seattle.

The terms of the deal

were that the IGA
would stay out of Seattle

provided that you maintained control.

It sure doesn't look like control to me.

[indistinct chatter continues,
fire extinguishers whooshing]

[ominous music]

Harris isn't answering his phone.

- You need to find him now.
- I'll handle it.

There's someone here to see you...

from the IGA.

What kind of someone?

♪ ♪

Helena.

How many Outliers did we lose?

Three.

Mm. This is a problem.

[chuckles] You didn't waste
any time coming up here

to dance on my grave.

I was touring our facility
in the Central Valley

when I heard the news.
It was a quick flight.

Your errand boy, Alan Snyder...

he's compromised.

Excuse me?

He was abducted by a Resistance group,

which feels like something he
should've reported up the chain.

I can only wonder what he told them.

Well, I'm here to talk about Seattle.

A model Colony.

- It was.
- Nothing's changed.

A day with one expl*si*n
would be a great victory

for your other Colonies.

Well, it wasn't just an expl*si*n.

It was an att*ck on a critical resource.

- Our Hosts will have questions.
- Which I will answer.

I know why you sent Snyder here.

I know why you jumped on a plane

the moment you heard the news.

It's because you and the other
bureaucrats at the IGA

hate what I'm doing

because it doesn't fit
in your narrow little model.

Thing is, I don't care.

And you don't have the juice
to change anything.

You might just get back on your plane

and take your errand boy with you.

[knock at door]

- Alan.
- Helena.

Are you out of your mind?

This is about the convoy, isn't it?

Outliers... you k*lled Outliers.

Seems to be having the desired effect.

I signed off on a false-flag operation

If our Hosts find out about this...

A simple att*ck never
would have given us

the necessary leverage, and
this was just the first step.

What does that mean?

Kynes has been reverse engineering

our Host's technology.

- You have no proof.
- But I know it's true.

And once we have the authority
to look under every rock

in this Colony,

we'll find more than enough to hang him.

k*lling three Outliers
isn't gonna give the IGA

the pretext it needs to come in here.

You haven't seen my second act yet.

Sometimes I miss the old Alan...

the one crippled with self-doubt.

As I remember, you fired that Alan,

sent him to some godforsaken
processing facility

outside of Los Angeles.

Live and learn.

Kynes told me that, uh,

you'd been abducted
by a Resistance cell.

Did he?

Is it true?

I play all sides, Helena.

That's my gift.

[chuckles]

[door opens and closes]

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

They found Harris, sir.

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

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Forensics found the remains of an IED

in the back of the truck...
it detonated prematurely.

So we're supposed to believe

that Harris att*cked the convoy
then blew himself up

en route to commit
another act of terror?

- It doesn't add up.
- It's nonsense.

They set him up.

One of the other cells?

I want an autopsy on him
as soon as possible.

♪ ♪

Here's the thing I don't get.

You snuck into this Colony,

but me and the rest of those guys

came through the front door.

Why aren't you in one of those pods?

- Yeah.
- Maybe they're watching you.

Doesn't seem worth the risk.

They must know that if a couple
of us find each other,

there's gonna be trouble.

They sure seemed to want you
in one of those pods

- back in L.A.
- Exactly.

So what changed?
What's different about Seattle?

And those pros you saw,
the ones who work for Kynes...

maybe they're Outliers, too?

Could be.

[sighs]

Hi.

Hi. Uh, can I help you?

This is my house.

You're Amy?

- Uh-huh.
- I'm Katie.

Uh, Will's wife.

Oh.

You've already heard
that much about me, huh?

No, uh, nothing, really.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Um, can we start over?

How's that?

Still a little awkward.

- [chuckles]
- Right.

Uh, Will's here, I'm guessing?

Yeah, he's inside with Broussard.

They're talking shop.

They do like their boys' time.

Mm. [chuckles]

Did they meet with the other cell?

We all did, yeah.

What'd you think?

They seem professional.

But?

I've learned the hard way to, uh...

to wait for people to prove themselves.

Broussard said you were
with him at the beginning

in L.A.

That was a long time ago.

Do you have a family?

No.

I was in L.A. for a medical conference

when the Arrival happened.

So I'm alone.

Have you spent a lot of time with Will?

Some.

Is he all right?

[solemn music]

He's been through a lot.

♪ ♪

Has he done anything
I should know about?

♪ ♪

In my line of work,

I'm in the proximity
of a lot of tragedy.

Men and women usually
handle it differently.

[vehicle approaching]

Guys like Will...

tend to be more action-oriented.

[chuckles]

[car doors open and close]

I'm sorry.

[clears throat]

[footsteps approaching]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

What's going on?

Inside.

♪ ♪

- What the hell is this?
- Stay where you are.

What happened?

- Harris is dead.
- How?

There was a bombing downtown... a truck.

What truck?

A transport headed for Blake Island.

- It was carrying Outliers.
- And Harris was on this truck?

No, he was k*lled in a second expl*si*n.

You hear anything
about this at the hospital?

I had lunch with a friend.

It must've happened after my shift.

This wasn't your op?

- No.
- Wasn't ours either.

There hasn't been a Resistance att*ck

in this Colony in months,

and then you guys show up.

You think the four of us have the muscle

to pull off something like this?

You tell me.

The IGA official we abducted

said he came to Seattle
to find dirt on Kynes.

The Authority is trying
to discredit him.

- By k*lling Outliers?
- They're a m*llitary asset.

Hitting them would attract
a lot of attention.

Why would the IGA
destroy their own assets?

The man we're talking about...

he's capable of anything.

Hmm. I want to see the tape.

Fine.

This...

says that there's a bio-weapons
facility in Seattle.

- Where did you get that?
- We know more than you think.

And if I catch you in another lie,

there won't be a warning.

I will cut your throat,

and you will bleed out right here.

Who is he?

Alan Snyder...

a bloc governor
from the Los Angeles Colony...

until he got promoted.

Before the Arrival,

our Hosts used an algorithm
to sort humans

into different groups.

Your group determined your fate...

whether you worked for the IGA
or went to the Factory

or lived in the Green Zone.

Everything was based
on how you were classified.

So Outliers are one of these groups?

A special group with special privileges.

What does he mean?

That's why we came to you.

We need to work together
to figure that out.

Harris was your commander, right?

I know it's hard to lose him,

but it's next man up.

And you've got to realize
we aren't the enemy.

I need to call someone.

They do not move until I get back.

[door closes]

[ominous music]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey.

I didn't know you were here.

Yeah, I was one of the first responders.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Really? 'Cause I don't
think I'll be getting

much sleep tonight.

I'm just worried about Gracie.

Where is she? School?

Yeah, they're on lockdown. I checked.

That's the safest place
to be. I mean, this...

this was a professional job.

They're not going after kids.

Meadow says you take good care
of your sister.

She's been through a lot.

As you have, I'm guessing.

You know, the wife and I were talking

about how much fun it was

to have you and Gracie over for dinner,

and I think you should come again.

Okay.

Soon.

Harris was dead
before that b*mb went off.

Sloppy...

almost like they don't care
that we know.

It's no coincidence our problems began

shortly after Alan Snyder
arrived in this bloc.

Question is how high it goes.

Get me the airport director.

Yes, sir.

You're on with Garvey McCallum.

Hey, Garvey, it's Everett.

I have a question
about Helena Goldwyn's flight.

Where'd she come from?

Well, the manifest said our facility
in the Central Valley.

But?

But there was a second
passenger on the plane...

an IGA courier headed out to the island.

And they only come from Davos.

Yeah.

- Thanks, Garvey.
- No problem.

- [taps table]
- [line clicks]

She was already in the air
when the b*mb went off.

Helena's too political
to do anything on her own.

[scoffs]

[sighs] The entire IGA
is gunning for me.

I thought we had more time,
but it is what it is.

- Glen.
- Yes, sir.

Send an encrypted SMS
to everyone in Project Phoenix.

Let them know we've just gone live.

Yes, sir.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [knocks on door]
- Hey.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Shut it down.

♪ ♪

Are you sure?

It's a shame to k*ll something
this beautiful, but...

we always knew this was temporary.

All right.

♪ ♪

It's been a pleasure, Ev.

See you on the other side, huh?

I hope so.

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

If it isn't the Ice Queen
and her evil little sidekick.

We need to speak with you.

I'd love to, but I'm late for a meeting.

We ran tests on your
deceased bodyguard, Harris.

It seems he was designated
as an Outlier.

Do you know the difference

between intelligence and cunning?

Of course not, because if you did,

they never would have picked you.

You're about to pay the price
for your arrogance.

And when do you pay the price

for selling out your whole species?

I can't even blame you.

This is what happens when you give

large power to small minds.

Those small minds
are going to bring you down.

Just like our Hosts wanted.

Why do you think

they put the morally bankrupt
administrator

of a shitty community college
in charge of a bloc?

Or a failed studio exec
in charge of a Colony?

They saw our potential.

They saw weakness.

They knew you were the kind of crabs

who would always drag the others

back down into the bucket.

Oh.

[ominous music]

Harris was my friend.

♪ ♪

[Will sighs]

[dog barking in the distance]

[door closes]

- You talk to your guys?
- I left word.

Phone crashed
before he could call me back.

Let me see yours.

It's dead, too.

Mine too.

Is that because of the att*ck?

It's a signal.

What signal?

Harris said if the network
ever went down,

we should meet at a rally point

and be ready for something big.

How would he know
the network might go down?

He had inside information.

Harris worked for Kynes.

- What?
- It's how we got our intel.

How do you know Harris
wasn't a double agent?

I don't.

If the phone's a signal,

you need to get to that rally point,

and we're coming with you.

No.

We have protocols.

Your protocols d*ed with Harris.

Fine.

You two come with me.

They stay here with the rest of my guys.

All right.

Well, this seems like
a pretty stupid idea.

- What do you think?
- [door closes]

[scoffs]

Nobody asked me what I think.

I'm not authorized to access the system.

We're giving you the authorization.

That has to come from Mr. Kynes.

Mr. Kynes works for the IGA,
which means he works for us,

which means you work for us.

I'm really not comfortable with this.

Access the system,

or the next job you'll be
working will be reception

at the Arctic fabrication facility.

[sighs] What do you need?

This bloc runs on information.

We want it.

Start by locating Harris
in the database.

I need to know how many
trained K*llers like him

are running around Seattle.

It's not working.

- Glen.
- I swear.

It's like the whole system is down.

The server has, like, four backups.

It's supposed to be foolproof.

Find Kynes now.

I can't track his cell phone

without logging into the system.

Then call him.

Um, it looks like this is down, too.

What is happening?

I think Mr. Kynes has left the building.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Closed up tight.

Even if we did a walk-around,

we probably wouldn't see anything.

The light...

that's the signal for all clear.

Then I guess we have
nothing to worry about.

♪ ♪

I'm going.

I'm with you.

♪ ♪

[car door closes]

[O'Neill knocking code on door]

♪ ♪

I'm O'Neill.

New guys, but Harris vetted them.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[whistles] All right, listen up.

My name is Adam Ford.

Some of you reported
to my partner Harris.

When we recruited you,
Harris and I told you

that we worked for Everett Kynes,

but what we didn't tell you is
that you all work for him, too.

I'm not working for a collaborator.

Mr. Kynes saved your life.

The same is true
for everyone in this room.

If you are here,
that means you are an Outlier,

which means the Morks selected you

to be part of their sl*ve army...

some sacrificial first wave

to be thrown against their enemies.

We should all be in pods right now,

waiting for our chance to die.

But Mr. Kynes put himself at risk

and concealed us all from the IGA.

Now, a w*r is coming,

and our planet is gonna be
the b*ttlefield.

The loser will fall,
the winner will go back home,

and the collaborators
in the Global Authority

think that they will inherit the Earth.

Mr. Kynes has a different vision.

The past months, he's been
converting this Colony

into a kind of ark.

He's carefully selected the population

for the best and brightest...

scientists, engineers, doctors,

educators, soldiers.

So, when this w*r is over,

Seattle is gonna be ground zero

for the reboot of human civilization.

This is the beginning
of the real Resistance...

the human Resistance.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[sniffs]

[door opens and closes]

Gracie?

I tried to get to school
before they released everybody

but they kept me late at work.

Sorry.

I kept trying to call.

Phones are dead. It's weird.

I know.

What's going on?

I'm not sure.

But we're safe here.

Do you have to go back to work?

No.

Not tonight.

It's expired.

- It's okay. I like it this way.
- No, it's not okay.

You shouldn't have to eat your cereal

without your freakin' milk.

[engine turning over in the distance]

I know why Mom and Dad don't
like being around anymore.

Because I make them think about Charlie.

I miss him.

Me too.

It's gonna get better.

Really?

Yeah.

[inhales deeply] Let's get out of here.

- Where are we going?
- Meadow's house.

Her dad invited us over
for dinner again.

I like them.

So do I.

Go get your jacket.

Okay.

[scoffs]

[rain pattering outside]

Do you believe it?

I do.

It fits with everything
we've found so far.

What about Kynes?

You ready to trust someone
you've never met?

[sighs] I don't know.

But he's the enemy of our enemy.

And I'd rather be fighting
with the Outliers

than against them.

So you're signing on.

I am.

I want to be a part of it.

I was lost for a long time.

But then hiking up the coast with you...

I found purpose again.

Even when you made me swim
in that freezing river.

[chuckles]

That'll seem like bath water
compared to what's coming.

I understand the risks.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

I don't suppose they found
Kynes hiding under some rock.

Not yet, no.

He's out there, plotting something.

Well, that seems unduly pessimistic.

Maybe he knew
that we were coming for him

and he decided to run.

Then why pull down your whole network?

He wants us to be blind.

Or maybe it was spite.

Regaining control won't be easy.

But the IGA understands
how important Seattle is.

They don't want this Colony to fail.

- You're leaving?
- I'm needed back in Davos.

Kynes still has his allies,

and it will need to be
explained to our Hosts.

Who are they sending to run the Colony?

No.

This is a critical situation, Alan.

You're the only one
I can trust to handle it.

Is that a compliment
or the kiss of death?

Well, we can argue
about it all you want,

but you really don't have a choice.

They picked you.

You decided to come back,

and you made the mistake of being good.

Good luck.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[exhales deeply]

♪ ♪